It does horrible things to his already broken heart to hear his name like that, even though he's the one who started it. To hear such formality from a man who's inner robe was still stained with his come was enough to make Jiang Cheng wish he hadn't gotten sober. A he watches the beautiful man strode away he sees himself chase after him multiple times before finally turning and order his men to leave.
As he sat down in the wagon beside his wounded, small nephew he wishes Wen Qing was still alive. (And that he'd treated her better too).
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"So he feeds us these bowls of congee that he tells us are cures for the puppet poison and I swear, they are the most disgustingly spicy things I've ever had to eat! It was like drinking liquid fire! I asked him if he was actually trying to kill us instead of cure us and had to think whether I'd rather be a puppet than keep eating," Jingyi snickers.
Over the couple of last hours he and Zizhen had been sharing a few of their favorite 'Wei Wuxian' stories to help distract them through the final stretch of their journey. All of their butts were sore from sitting in this carriage and Jingyi had a headache from Hell. He'd also suffered from a couple bouts of nausea as he recovered from his concussion. Zizhen cleverly thought up this activity to entertain them and also to test his friend's memory. So far everything was okay, except Jingyi had been a little more subdued and was choosing to sit closer than usual to future sect leader.
"Oh oh oh! Hey! Look! Yuan!" He points out of the carriage. When his friends look, they can see through the trees and mist, their first glimpse of Cloud Recesses.
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As he sat down in the wagon beside his wounded, small nephew he wishes Wen Qing was still alive. (And that he'd treated her better too).
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"So he feeds us these bowls of congee that he tells us are cures for the puppet poison and I swear, they are the most disgustingly spicy things I've ever had to eat! It was like drinking liquid fire! I asked him if he was actually trying to kill us instead of cure us and had to think whether I'd rather be a puppet than keep eating," Jingyi snickers.
Over the couple of last hours he and Zizhen had been sharing a few of their favorite 'Wei Wuxian' stories to help distract them through the final stretch of their journey. All of their butts were sore from sitting in this carriage and Jingyi had a headache from Hell. He'd also suffered from a couple bouts of nausea as he recovered from his concussion. Zizhen cleverly thought up this activity to entertain them and also to test his friend's memory. So far everything was okay, except Jingyi had been a little more subdued and was choosing to sit closer than usual to future sect leader.
"Oh oh oh! Hey! Look! Yuan!" He points out of the carriage. When his friends look, they can see through the trees and mist, their first glimpse of Cloud Recesses.